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Farewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Bang! Bang! And the head splits open
Like a work of Art
Mushroom pie painted in red
Human form has transformed into mincemeats
"Oh, dear with best thighs, heart-stealing is this environ with abundantly grown stacks of rice and their cobs, or with sugarcane, and it is reverberated with the screeches of ruddy gees that abide hither and thither... now heightened will be passion, thereby this season will be gladdening for lusty womenfolk, hence listen of this season, called Shishira, the Winter...
"At this time, people enjoy abiding in the medial places of their residences, whose ventilators are blockaded for the passage of chilly air, and at fireplaces, in sunrays, with heavy clothing, and along with mature women of age, for they too will be passionately steamy...
Each afternoon in Granada,
each afternoon, a child dies.
Each afternoon the water sits down
and chats with its companions.
'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a bird
In the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;
For green meadow-grasses wide levels of snow,
It made her feel sad and embarrassed
Situation was so sudden and not assessed
Circumstances too were not so pressed
Emotions ran high and worries suddenly traced
Maybe a little romance is needed
Lightening our days in all this grey
To place a smile on our faces
seems like I am getting drawn to
the beauty of barren lands and the deserts,
as fiercely as I go in my best efforts
Coldness of winter
And your silence
Both sting the skin of my solitude
Coldness of winter
the coldness is not
in the dawning of time
the moonless nights
that steel railing on
Clouds are forming,
Trees are clapping,
Their leaves are enjoining their body to move,
Water falls are excited,
My steps my hand,
My coldness my pain,
My battles my scars.
He believes we are all in the shade,
That some at the edge in denial,
Reach into or for nothingness,
He says, reaching is all, to lure drifting hades, reach.
I see old in cold
Coldness will arrive with winter
Should wait a year to come
When it comes
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